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STOP TALKING TO ME
So, I work in a pet store, which is pretty awesome when I'm working in Pet Care rather than Cashiering, at least partially because when I'm in pet care I A.) Get to take care of and handle the animals, who are usually total sweeties except this one pink toe tarantula that's a jerk, and B.) I can avoid talking to SC's more!
When it's slow, I'm usually at the podium where we keep our feeder crickets, cleaning out their cages (go five seconds without cleaning it and it'll stink to high heaven) or facing or something.
It was here that some guy - kind of heavyset, older with a very unkept beard, wearing a shirt with one of those sayings that tends to make me want to punch things, and a very odd, almost maniacal grin on his face. He made eye contact, the grin widened - and he headed straight towards me.
Bollocks.
Now, I'm a transman, but I still look mostly female, my voice is still high and I have not yet been able to change my name, so I'm mostly identified as female by everyone around me. Thus, I've had to deal with the people who think that me being civil to them is an open invitation to flirt.
It's not.
He comes up, and immediately starts asking a lot of very invasive questions: "Do you have a boyfriend, what do you do when you're not at work, do you ever hang out at the bars around here, ect." I keep my answers as curt and clipped as I can without being outright rude, but I was quickly losing patience.
Here, it might be good to note that I have a medical condition that I am going to be requiring two surgeries to treat, and until they get approved I spend most of my time very dizzy and in almost ungodly pain, sometimes getting these spasms that prevent me from being able to move at all, on some days ending up unable to move for hours because of sheer pain. The only pain medications I can get are over the counter, which are not nearly strong enough to do anything. I can't take time off work because of it, since I just can't afford to. The day that Mr. Romeo Wannabe decided to mess with me was one of my bad days, and I was already very tense and having a hard time pretending to be okay.
Not good timing for him.
I managed to get through several minutes of his questioning, before finally I interrupted another one of his lines with a "Is there something here in the store I can help you with?" He looked confused, and said no. I told him to let me know if he needed help with anything, then quickly left him standing there at the podium looking utterly confused while I went to the 'employees only' area behind the fishwall.
He seemed completely and utterly confused by the fact that I didn't want to sit there and play twenty billion questions with him. People, here's a hint: If they're at work, they generally don't want to flirt with you, especially in the case of girls. We are paid to be nice to you. Smiling at you or responding politely to you does not mean we're into you. LEAVE US ALONE.
When it's slow, I'm usually at the podium where we keep our feeder crickets, cleaning out their cages (go five seconds without cleaning it and it'll stink to high heaven) or facing or something.
It was here that some guy - kind of heavyset, older with a very unkept beard, wearing a shirt with one of those sayings that tends to make me want to punch things, and a very odd, almost maniacal grin on his face. He made eye contact, the grin widened - and he headed straight towards me.
Bollocks.
Now, I'm a transman, but I still look mostly female, my voice is still high and I have not yet been able to change my name, so I'm mostly identified as female by everyone around me. Thus, I've had to deal with the people who think that me being civil to them is an open invitation to flirt.
It's not.
He comes up, and immediately starts asking a lot of very invasive questions: "Do you have a boyfriend, what do you do when you're not at work, do you ever hang out at the bars around here, ect." I keep my answers as curt and clipped as I can without being outright rude, but I was quickly losing patience.
Here, it might be good to note that I have a medical condition that I am going to be requiring two surgeries to treat, and until they get approved I spend most of my time very dizzy and in almost ungodly pain, sometimes getting these spasms that prevent me from being able to move at all, on some days ending up unable to move for hours because of sheer pain. The only pain medications I can get are over the counter, which are not nearly strong enough to do anything. I can't take time off work because of it, since I just can't afford to. The day that Mr. Romeo Wannabe decided to mess with me was one of my bad days, and I was already very tense and having a hard time pretending to be okay.
Not good timing for him.
I managed to get through several minutes of his questioning, before finally I interrupted another one of his lines with a "Is there something here in the store I can help you with?" He looked confused, and said no. I told him to let me know if he needed help with anything, then quickly left him standing there at the podium looking utterly confused while I went to the 'employees only' area behind the fishwall.
He seemed completely and utterly confused by the fact that I didn't want to sit there and play twenty billion questions with him. People, here's a hint: If they're at work, they generally don't want to flirt with you, especially in the case of girls. We are paid to be nice to you. Smiling at you or responding politely to you does not mean we're into you. LEAVE US ALONE.
In real life, I'm 34 years old! If you're a regular guy who is old enough to be my dad, then 99% of you are going to creep me out(there are a few nice looking older men I have encountered but they are rare)! And even if I were attracted to you, I'm at work to work. Oh, and I'm married. The end.
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